Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.